For a moment, vengeful lay in the folds of her lips, her eyes flashed and went out. It is often on the way she talked to herself, and I heard: - My God, my God, help me and teach me not to say too much! Why, I do not know, it scared me whisper a prayer. I was about to turn back, go away, but the feeling of compassion for the unfortunate, lost control, poluobezumevshey woman was stronger. "If I was here before, could support her spirit!" - Bitterly regret I thought, stepping over the threshold of the luxurious large room.